Sucking Stone

Awaiting a stone in need To be discovered along the tortured road of darkness Among the rocks and rubble by the asphalt engineered Continuity of purpose laid out in utter despair as plain The sour side of evening reaches blindly With that and nothing in my pockets Chance favors the mind prepared In search for something on the ground that isn't there Tattered dirty clothes move me along Weathered ancient as I am Itching everywhere Weighed down by weather wet Colder than the rain refrigerated Bare footed, humbled Aged like mushroom dust Stranger to myself when I remember Searching for the smooth stone to taste…. There! I lick it first so mom might give approval Though she is no longer with us any more I stick it between the rotted teeth The sucking stone has dried fermented Brown and yellow matter A thin layered substance clinging hard Smooth stone is mostly round With the flavor of earth and dirt A sinuous indentation on the stone Stares cycloptic like with its eye open I think I love it and keep on sucking